Below Zero (The STEMinist Novellas, #3)

by Ali Hazelwood

“I have thought about what happened in my office every day for the past five years. You offered to go down on me, and I just . . . embarrassed myself, and it should be the most mortifying memory I have, but for some reason it’s turned into the axis every fantasy of mine spins around,

I want to fuck you. Obviously. Always have. I just don’t want to fuck you once. I want to do it a lot. For a long time. I want you to come to me for sex, but I also want you to come to me when you need help with your taxes and moving your furniture.

“Dinner is . . . it’s symbolic. A metaphor. If you tell me that you’re willing to see where things go, I believe you, and we can—”

It’s pale and broad, full of freckles and large muscles. I want to bite him and lick all over. “You’re so . . .”

Being here with Ian is more like hearing a song I’ve listened to millions of times, this time with a new arrangement.

“Touchdown confirmed! Serendipity has safely landed on the surface of Mars!”